Poems about Children
#children
Poems about children and parenthood, the love and responsibility of having children. Poetry about raising children in society, and the influence family and social pressures have on their development.
A_Failed_Artist
Poem Published
17th Jan 2021 6:48am
17th Jan 2021 6:48am
Love Song for a Babe
I miss you even though you are not real.
I miss you even if it was just a second in reality.
I've been haunted by you, child.
The very moment I held you, I was enchanted.
Soft, chubby thing resting on me.
I wish I could feel your small body in my arms one more time.
I miss you even if it was just a second in reality.
I've been haunted by you, child.
The very moment I held you, I was enchanted.
Soft, chubby thing resting on me.
I wish I could feel your small body in my arms one more time.
#sadness
#grief
#children #dreams
#children #dreams
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1 Comment
EdibleWords
Poem Published
5th Jan 2021 10:38pm
5th Jan 2021 10:38pm
When I’m Sleeping Tonight
Tucked in cozy to bed
with your stories
still in my sleepy head
Look out the window
at the stars with me
up at what
the wild things see
what are those
night things doing
while I’m tucked in
fast asleep?
The ones who climb
while others jump and run
and still more fly up high
do they care that others
need peace while they sleep
while they flutter howl
scream and screech?
did they even notice
that the blinds are closed
and the lights dim low?
do they stop and...
with your stories
still in my sleepy head
Look out the window
at the stars with me
up at what
the wild things see
what are those
night things doing
while I’m tucked in
fast asleep?
The ones who climb
while others jump and run
and still more fly up high
do they care that others
need peace while they sleep
while they flutter howl
scream and screech?
did they even notice
that the blinds are closed
and the lights dim low?
do they stop and...
#children
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Stoney223
Poem Published
5th Jan 2021 9:29pm
5th Jan 2021 9:29pm
BEING A MOTHER AIN'T EASY
As a woman and mother sometimes I don't even know how I do it day in and day out, trying to make 50 cents out to be a dollar but yet by the power of the most highest spiritual soul, I manage to put food on the table and keep the lights on and pay the bills. As a woman who has seen good times and bad times I don't know, how I found the strength and courage to still hold my head up high, through the highs and lows of everyday life. But yet I know the feeling all to well as a mother and woman when you gotta do it all by yourself, for the sake of a man who claims to love you but yet he isn't...
#mother
#father
#children
#memories
#responsibility
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6 Comments
raconteur
Poem Published
5th Jan 2021 4:36am
5th Jan 2021 4:36am
three bellicose moments (of movements at maximum volume) (XVI/C)
August 1982, Western West Virginia
expensive whitewalls
kick
up brownclouds where
salt of the
earth meets
dirt poor. the
eldest son
has come back
to show off what
his i've-made-it peacocking
made him
buy: coupe de ville, baby. status
symbol to
shove down the throats
of the
simple folk he
left
behind to chase
his...
expensive whitewalls
kick
up brownclouds where
salt of the
earth meets
dirt poor. the
eldest son
has come back
to show off what
his i've-made-it peacocking
made him
buy: coupe de ville, baby. status
symbol to
shove down the throats
of the
simple folk he
left
behind to chase
his...
#children
#family
#violence #abuse
#violence #abuse
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9 Comments
JohnWilksLincoln
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2020 6:50am
23rd Dec 2020 6:50am
How the Grinch Saved Christmas
Every Who Down in Whoville Liked Christmas a lot...
But the Grinch, Who lived just north of Whoville, Did NOT!
The Grinch hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
But the Whos down in Whoville knew what to do,
The Grinch needed some Christmas spirit from every girl Who.
They went up to Mt. Crumpit, and did not make a sound,
They snuck up to his bed when his dog wasn’t around.
The girls hurried around his bed, and made sure not to drag,
They covered his...
But the Grinch, Who lived just north of Whoville, Did NOT!
The Grinch hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
But the Whos down in Whoville knew what to do,
The Grinch needed some Christmas spirit from every girl Who.
They went up to Mt. Crumpit, and did not make a sound,
They snuck up to his bed when his dog wasn’t around.
The girls hurried around his bed, and made sure not to drag,
They covered his...
#love
#hope
#children
#death
#Christmas
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5 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Poem Published
20th Dec 2020 00:56am
20th Dec 2020 00:56am
The Alternate Path Bleeding Through
There are moments, seconds really
Where I feel the cold touch of knowledge
Of knowing our children will never exist
And I see them so clearly in my mind
In a second my brain has created a little girl
Her hair in braids and her bright dark eyes
And then she fades away like a ghost
A perfect little vision, a bleed through
From a time when our love won the war
All the little boys and girls my mind reveals
In the seconds that I remember I had it
That urge to create a being half you, half me
Once spending hours looking up skin tone names...
Where I feel the cold touch of knowledge
Of knowing our children will never exist
And I see them so clearly in my mind
In a second my brain has created a little girl
Her hair in braids and her bright dark eyes
And then she fades away like a ghost
A perfect little vision, a bleed through
From a time when our love won the war
All the little boys and girls my mind reveals
In the seconds that I remember I had it
That urge to create a being half you, half me
Once spending hours looking up skin tone names...
#sadness
#mother
#children
#dreams
#FeelingLost
60 reads
4 Comments
arortiz73
MTP
MTP
Poem Published
5th Dec 2020 5:19am
5th Dec 2020 5:19am
The Purpose Of Presents Is Patience
👶 🎄 🎅
The purpose of presents is patience...
To painfully wait a surprise.
To tempt a tot to tree with lights.
To need to know
what's inside.
The purpose of presents is patience.
To painfully wait a surprise. 🎁
To little boy...
To little girl...
peek and I'll pluck out your eyes.
The purpose of presents is patience.
My dear little darlings defy...
but don't you dare,
or please beware
you'll have no throat to cry. ...
The purpose of presents is patience...
To painfully wait a surprise.
To tempt a tot to tree with lights.
To need to know
what's inside.
The purpose of presents is patience.
To painfully wait a surprise. 🎁
To little boy...
To little girl...
peek and I'll pluck out your eyes.
The purpose of presents is patience.
My dear little darlings defy...
but don't you dare,
or please beware
you'll have no throat to cry. ...
#children
#Christmas
#monsters #OCD
#monsters #OCD
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1 Comment
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
26th Nov 2020 00:36am
26th Nov 2020 00:36am
Just Look At The Bright Side, Asshole.
(is) this, or [is] that ?
an'other confoundulated, or p'haps
s t u p i d query.....of questionable
etymology, indeed,
wee'd be so much in need now that it could
it could
it could be ripping fun.
The Possibilities are infinitely endless, downright limitless,
an ego fueled eternity. And that ...
an'other confoundulated, or p'haps
s t u p i d query.....of questionable
etymology, indeed,
wee'd be so much in need now that it could
it could
it could be ripping fun.
The Possibilities are infinitely endless, downright limitless,
an ego fueled eternity. And that ...
#children
#abuse
#religion
#Christian
#feminism
55 reads
6 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
25th Nov 2020 3:24pm
25th Nov 2020 3:24pm
Our Gaming God, Live from Heaven Stadium, (ample parking available)
Pounce to
ren-
ounce, the fatman falls
straight out
the goddamned window,
All, like, glassy
shards in adipose "tissue" flying
every which way (as one would expect).
Emergency services have been summoned.
The poor slob is dis'conscious, (but no dead........)
The pavement is hard, but he didn't fall
as far as far as"could...
ren-
ounce, the fatman falls
straight out
the goddamned window,
All, like, glassy
shards in adipose "tissue" flying
every which way (as one would expect).
Emergency services have been summoned.
The poor slob is dis'conscious, (but no dead........)
The pavement is hard, but he didn't fall
as far as far as"could...
#children
#birth
#women
#men
#sports
46 reads
10 Comments
JakAlfhild
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2020 9:11pm
22nd Nov 2020 9:11pm
My child
Unconditional love started the moment
I found out about you
Through all the trials and tribulations
of growing up
I tried to raise you differently than I
To not be afraid to trust
or be yourself
to build castles in the sand
I think I failed, or
perhaps exceeded
For as you have grown,
Your secrets have, too
Like the ocean steals the sand
with each roll of the waves
Your lies and deceit
Wear holes in my heart
Steal pieces of my soul
Soon I shall be an empty shell
On the ever changing shoreline
I found out about you
Through all the trials and tribulations
of growing up
I tried to raise you differently than I
To not be afraid to trust
or be yourself
to build castles in the sand
I think I failed, or
perhaps exceeded
For as you have grown,
Your secrets have, too
Like the ocean steals the sand
with each roll of the waves
Your lies and deceit
Wear holes in my heart
Steal pieces of my soul
Soon I shall be an empty shell
On the ever changing shoreline
#sadness
#children
#lies
40 reads
2 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
12th Nov 2020 9:53pm
12th Nov 2020 9:53pm
A Daily Routine For The Household
The Children wake up in the morning,
Go to the bathroom,
Look at their faces in the mirror,
Brush their teeth,
Take a quick shower,
Put on their clothes,
And hastily make their beds
Mom hushes the crying baby,
Cuddles it and breastfeeds it,
Gives the tiny tot a bath,
Heads for the kitchen,
Prepares a nice breakfast,
Calls the household,
And eats with them at the dining table
Grandma sends off the children to school,
Washes the dishes,
Cleans the stove,
Defrosts the refrigerator,
Dusts the...
Go to the bathroom,
Look at their faces in the mirror,
Brush their teeth,
Take a quick shower,
Put on their clothes,
And hastily make their beds
Mom hushes the crying baby,
Cuddles it and breastfeeds it,
Gives the tiny tot a bath,
Heads for the kitchen,
Prepares a nice breakfast,
Calls the household,
And eats with them at the dining table
Grandma sends off the children to school,
Washes the dishes,
Cleans the stove,
Defrosts the refrigerator,
Dusts the...
#mother
#father
#children
#school
#food
45 reads
3 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
12th Nov 2020 5:35am
12th Nov 2020 5:35am
Witch Massage
Playing stupid games on
My phone, brains turning
To mush
scientific slush funds for
defunct vaccines and
other atrocities
I hear the voices of
children outside my
window at 8:44pm
on a Monday
shouldn’t they be in
bed? but I guess there’s
nowhere for them to
go in the morning
stupid shit ruling my
whole existence
the price I’ve paid for
two more lines will
probably manifest into
pancreatic cancer
God, time comes for
all of us, doesn’t
it?
...
My phone, brains turning
To mush
scientific slush funds for
defunct vaccines and
other atrocities
I hear the voices of
children outside my
window at 8:44pm
on a Monday
shouldn’t they be in
bed? but I guess there’s
nowhere for them to
go in the morning
stupid shit ruling my
whole existence
the price I’ve paid for
two more lines will
probably manifest into
pancreatic cancer
God, time comes for
all of us, doesn’t
it?
...
#children
#identity
#God
#witches
#pandemic
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